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Sometimes I just miss my house. My land. Or what was once mine and is no longer.
I make miniature versions of real houses I’ve lived in or visited in the Sims. Have since I first started playing it.
Would it sound crazy if I said that visiting my virtual house is somehow soothing? Total escapism and wishful thinking and yet…
I do it. Crazy or not.
I miss coming home through the front door and feeling like a space was my own. Just the SPACE of it all!
I miss having my lavendar bedroom with mint green touches, with its own little 3/4 bath. Plenty of room for books and projects to be laying around.
I miss the rec room up above the garage with the woodstove and 70s stereo system. It was my hang out and dancing space.
And I miss the large living room with a fireplace where I sat most days and worked on projects or watched shows.
Most of all, now that snow is upon us for the first time this season, I miss Windy Firs the way it looks when it snows. Like this. With the cars in the driveway, the landscaping and snow. Just a dumb ranch house. Ugly, really. But I loved it because it was by a large forest, on top of a hill, and had some nice amenities that made life more comfortable.
Since avoiding my melancholy and home sickness doesn’t work, I’m just diving in head first whenever I feel it and squeezing out every bit of feeling I can until no more is left, so I can then turn away and concentrate on my new life. It seems to be working, so I suppose I’ll keep at it until I’ve got it all out of my system! Currently, I only feel like I miss something or feel sad or angry about the past about twice a week. The rest of the time I’m good. So I am making progress.
And I guess that’s how you get over a divorce after a long marriage. You just take some time and work it out.